Love, Not so Innocent

…

Tears become immemorial
on the wings of a phoenix
of a love story

a spark
salt afire
burning different colors
never ending ablaze

in the fields that were sowed
with the seeds of yearning
a girl is harvesting
for her beloved sailor
who died long ago…

weeds on his tomb
singing ballads under the fading moonlight
all ears
in the peak of the night

a knife fell down
in the silence of an outcry
a basil leaf 's dead
a pale geranium falling down
nobody heard its appeal
while a sparrow's broken wings
dropped into ashes
piercing and passing the heart

setting up the time
crowning with fire
like birds perching in time flow
the shell cracked
and the wound bled

eyes pulled the cloak of sadness
of the yearning seeds
that was harvested by the girl

on her backbone
the history of asylum
bore fire in her womb
dropping it into the sea
rubbing her hands with the flames of water

neither seen by the moonlight
nor felt sorry for herself
just being vowed


undoing the ropes of her heart
tossing away its remains

they closed her eyes
covered her face with
white feather
no body heard the moaning of the ashes

some reverie, some reality
life has lied….


15/7/2009

Abir Zaki